. Poetical works of James Montgomery . ou wert here, A pilgrim still with me,—Dear as my theme was once, and dear As I was once to Thee,—Too mean to yield Thee pure delight,The strains that now the world invite. Yet could they reach Thee where Thou art. And sounds might spirits move,Their better, their diviner part Thou surely wouldst approve ;Though heavenly thoughts are all thy joy,And angel-songs thy tongue employ. My task is oer; and I have wrought With self-rewarding toilTo raise the scatterd seed of thought Upon a desert soil: 0 for soft winds and clement showers! 1 seek not fruit, I pla
. Poetical works of James Montgomery . ou wert here, A pilgrim still with me,—Dear as my theme was once, and dear As I was once to Thee,—Too mean to yield Thee pure delight,The strains that now the world invite. Yet could they reach Thee where Thou art. And sounds might spirits move,Their better, their diviner part Thou surely wouldst approve ;Though heavenly thoughts are all thy joy,And angel-songs thy tongue employ. My task is oer; and I have wrought With self-rewarding toilTo raise the scatterd seed of thought Upon a desert soil: 0 for soft winds and clement showers! 1 seek not fruit, I planted flowers. Those flowers I traind, of many a hue, Along thy path to bloom,And little thought that 1 must strew Their leaves upon thy tomb :—Beyond that tomb I lift mine eye,Thou art not dead, Thou couldst not die. Farewell, but not a long farewell; In heaven may I trials of my faith to tell In thy transported ear,And sing with Thee the eternal strain,Worthy the Lamb that once was slain. SheJSield, January 23, THE WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD. CANTO FIRST. The Invasion of Eden hy the Descendants of Cain—The Flight of Javan from theCamp of the Invaders to the Valley where the Patriarchs dwelt—The Story ofJavans former Life. Eastward of Edens early peopled plain, When Abel perishd by the hand of Cain, The murderer from his Judges presence fled : Thence to the rising sun his offspring spread ; But he, the fugitive of care and guilt. Forsook the haunts he chose, the homes he built; While filial nations haild him Sire and Chief, Empire nor honour brought his soul relief; He found, whereer he roamd, uncheerd, unblest, No pause from suffering, and from toil no rest. Ages, meanwhile, as ages now are told,Oer the voung world in long succession rolld ;For such the vigour of primeval man,Through numberd centuries his period \.nd the first Parents saw their hardy the green wilds of habitable tribes and kindred, scatterd wide and th
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